Affair on Eighty Avenue words and music: Gordon Lightfoot artist: Gordon Lightfoot
The perfume that she wore was from some little store on the down side of town.
But it lingered on long after she'd gone, I remember it well.
And our fingers entwined like ribbons of light,
And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night.
Her long flowing hair came softly undone in a pile all around. And she brushed it down as I stood by her side in the warmth of her love. And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin, And we played a game only she could win. And she told me a riddle I'll never forget And left with the answer I've never found yet.
“How long,” said she, “Can a moment like this belong to someone?” “What's wrong, what is right? For to live or to die,” “We all must be born.” So, if you should ask me what secrets I hide, I'm only your lover, don't make me decide!
The perfume she wore was from some little store on the down side of town. But it lingered on long after she'd gone, I remember it well. And she showed me her treasures of paper and tin, And we played a game only she could win. ANd our fingers entwined like ribbons of light And we came through a doorway somewhere in the night.